“And what about Mrs. Hiram’s feelings?”
Jonathan laughed aloud. “I was inside with Kit, and she called out to know if she could help.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said, ‘Not on your life.’ ”
“So that was why she came back. Did you really say,‘Not on your life,’ or did you only imply it in your tone, while you actually said, ‘No, thank you very much’?”
“I really said it. At least, I don’t remember conversations the way you do, but I didn’t feel a bit like thanking anybody, and I don’t believe I did.”
“Well, I wish I’d heard you. One misses a good deal—”
“You can see the stable to-morrow. That’ll keep. They must have had a time of it! The walls are marked and splintered as high as I can reach. And I don’t believe Kit’ll cringe when Griz passes her any more.”
“Of course you remember Hiram said two mares didn’t usually get on very well, and even when they’re chosen by a good judge of horses—”
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